Out On the Floor

Downing your drink, you look off to the side, and you notice this one man looking at you. You maintain eye contact for a moment, before he strides over.

"Care for a dance?" his deep, baritone voice asks.

Uh, yeah. As if you'd say no to Ben. Well, maybe to the white haired one with the futuristic moves over in the corner. But not this one.

You two dance, completely ignoring the pumping beat of the song in this place. Absolutely no fucks are given. You really don't want to stop, but damn this bladder of yours. With some reluctance, you pull away, and dart towards that door.